little seedling, nestled in the ground, grow up safe and sound ♪

[berryglitched]

[Someone has been quite busy since coming to the island. A first it was two berry plants. Then, after a few days, four. Eight. Sixteen. And now, there's a patch of thirty-two berry plants. Cheri, Chesto, Pecha, Rawst, Aspear... Some Figy, Wiki, Mago, Aguav, Iapapa. Maybe if you're lucky you can find the Sitrus, Lum, or Leppa berries hidden in their

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[of_the_land]

[...huh.

Well, now he knows where to raid if he needs a nigh-unlimited supply of berries... though it'd probably be a lot easier to do this like a gentleman.]

That's a pretty impressive field you've got going there.

[berryglitched]

[ ! ]

O-Oh, um. ... y-yes... it's gotten pretty big, hasn't it?

[of_the_land]

It certainly has. I imagine you spend quite a long time tending to them.

[berryglitched]

Mmhm. Everyday. It's something to do, so I don't mind.

[berryglitched]

Oh- [wave!] H-Hello, Soul!

[berryglitched]

[n-nod] Yeah. I just started planting some, and eventually... w-well... [looking a bit embarrassed]

[noheartof]

Skarmory-- knock it off!! You already ate today, you'll get too fat to fly! [it's Gold, currently distracted from his misery to tryinf in much vain and push a steel ostrich off your berries, bro]

[berryglitched]

[O-Oh noooooo]

[Thankfully, Medicham is on it. Distracting psychic for you, Skarmory. Don't be a glutton.]

[noheartof]

[it didn't do too much damage, Brendan, no crying. Skarmory just screeches at the communication, all too ready to fight the intruder in his thoughts.]

Damn... [stubbornly returning you, boy-- how restless]

[berryglitched]

[Medicham miight be laughing a bit under her breath. Brendan goes to survey the damage (ah, okay, not much), before offering an awkward smile] Um... h-hello, Gold...

[rockon_rokon]

[Hey there Brendan. Hope you don't mind a very oooooold fox sitting and staring at these berries.

...She wants them, but she needs permission.]

[berryglitched]

[Medicham is the first to notice, and she nudges her trainer. After a brief pause, Brendan timidly walks over with the basket of picked berries.] Please, help yourself. [Brendan doesn't expect a response. His first and foremost source of company are his Pokémon- and he's more at ease speaking to them than most people.]

[rockon_rokon]

[Ninetales offers a derpy appreciative face, munching contently on the crispy dry berries. Nom nom nom.]

[berryglitched]

You like the dry ones, then? ... No wonder. You look really beautiful.

[lostmillennium]

[...Hey, berries.

Silver looks at all of them, rambling off facts about them in his head. Matching each berry to it's description.

Oh, but Brendan is here too. Maybe he should say hello. They're his berries too, aren't they? Probably.

...And this is a figy berry...]

[berryglitched]

[it's okay, we're used to initiating conversations with Silvers!] Oh. Hi, Silver.

[lostmillennium]

-Known for its spicy flavor, it's a favorite of pokemon with adamant, naughty, lonely, or... Brave natures...

[Snap out of it, Silver.] ...Brendan.

[berryglitched]

You know a lot about everything, don't you, Silver?